Saturday, November 22, 2008

Proverbial Poo Has Been Distributed by Fan

This past week, our firm conducted a huge cut in staff. For the time being, I am still employed. I am not taking this for granted though. And the flip flops my stomach is doing are fantastic for dieting.

I've never been this close to people loosing their employment in such numbers before. And I've never been this worried about my own and Mr. Zoom's job security. The hardest part of this situation is that there appears to be no obvious reason(s) for many of the choices in who gets cut. Anyone could go at any time.

Mr. Zoom and I are trying to realize there's not a lot we can do that we aren't already doing to make this any easier on our nerves. We both still have jobs. He's doing better than I am. Probably because he knows he's a much better prostitute and pole dancer than I am. I hope he makes enough money for me to continue my On Demand movie habit.

Sunday, November 09, 2008


I went to my Mom's house to pick up all of her left over Halloween candy. She called me to say "Your dad and I are about to burst our britches." The older she gets, the more often she lets gems like this fly out into the open.

She said she also had something for me that should have gone in my baby book. Well, that's always a good time.

When I got there, she handed me this envelope of crazy.

I don't know if it was just something you did in the 70s, but for some reason my mom has a collection of coins that were given to me as a kid from people. Random people. These aren't relatives or close family friends.

In fact, the one from "Mr. Crow"? Yeah. Mom doesn't know who that is. Neither do I.

The non restrained coins are: 1971 Silver dollar; bicentennial 1976 half dollar; and two bicentennial quarters. You know what childhood memory the bicentennial coins brings up for me? The fact that the family was sitting at a diner and someone at the table said "I am SO sick of this bicentennial crap. When will it be over?" I don't know who it was that said it, but I know that memory is a perfect snapshot of our overall joy to be with-ness.

The coins taped down and annotated: 1967 half dollar and a 1970 nickel. Awesome.